Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.